Gemotions

He surveyed the scene with narrowed eyes. The attic, a mausoleum of forgotten things, was now his burden. Empty picture frames, a deflated bouncy ball, and a broken wind chime – all relics of lives lived and carelessly abandoned.

"Unbelievable," Thomas muttered, his jaw clenched. He was genuinely annoyed. The sheer audacity of the previous occupants was staggering.

He poked a tarnished silver candlestick with his foot. He felt a rising heat in his chest, an indignation at the lack of consideration.

His hand tightened into a fist. He had hoped for a clean slate, a fresh start. Instead, he got this. The clutter, the disrespect... it all felt personal, somehow.